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Now claim what you have been given
Run with what you are.
Roar for once the strange whirlpool of you:
My love my sweet my kindness my caress.

It is right to own the time
When that is all.Β Β And look
Around
Around
And see the roof melt into skies
And roll into a ball the possibility of now
And throw for joy with PARADISE intent - for us
For all the world.
Isabella Rossi
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Isabella Rossi  30/Other/United Kingdom
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